#sys: leon

[akabirdieart]

hear me out...what if ezio was a shrimb

#assassin's creed #ezio auditore #ac2 #ac brotherhood #shrimp #ac revelations #ac embers #artists on tumblr #fanart #2d #digital #colored #sys: comic #sys: leon #this is a revamp of a doodle of ezio shrimbatore that a child alter drew for our partner

[akabirdie]

RISE FROM THE ASHES

REDAC FourOFour July 18th, 2023

We wanted a DID sticker for our car (and a design to use on notebooks or shirts). We found a very nice design featuring flowers by SpoonieSisterShop on Etsy (check it out if you're a floral person), but it wasn't waterproof. But we liked the use of the DID Awareness Ribbon with white divisions, so we sat down to make our own design.

For our design, we chose the phoenix as the symbol. We felt that nothing better represented the experience of being a survivor in recovery, making a new life after all we went through. Trauma survivors —and especially alters "born" from the trauma itself— are all phoenixes rising from the ashes of what we went through.

I am considering selling this design. If you would be interested, please let me know.

#dissociative identity disorder #artists on tumblr #disability pride month #otherwise specified dissociative disorder #osddid #did osdd #actually did #dissociative system #complex dissociative disorder #plural #osdd1b #system art #phoenix #digital #sys: leon #original art #2d

[headphonemouse]

ch. 182

you could make a jack-in-the-box toy out of this! I bet it'd be real popular with the kids

#leon rereads orv #orv spoilers #lgy #sys #kdj #art tag #digital

[deepwater-abyss]

So Casey Jr went back in time, right? And you can be a Hamato without being born into the clan. And Hamatos can talk to their deceased family.

Casey Jr just summoning Peepaw Leo occassionally because he can (and he's lonely)

Finally I can canonically have Severance Leo talk to Future Leo let's go

#tmnt severance au #rottmnt severance au #tmnt #rottmnt #chatter #~leon #we have a peepaw in sys im making him pay rent #we call him lolo so fic!peepaw will probably end up with that name

[littlefreya]

What are party tricks of Henry and characters?

Don't be confused if Leon disappears for an hour and comes back from the kitchen with an insane fancy dish he decided to cook in order to spice up the party. Is anyone into some truffle risotto? Perhaps some shrimp cocktail?

But that's not all. His other party trick? Sleight of hand. How the hell did your bra end up in his pocket?

First thing first, this man can drink and still stay relatively sober, so avoid having a drink competition with him because there is no way you'd beat the Bull. Drinking is one thing though, but have you ever seen a guy light a shot on fire and drink it straight from the glass when it's still burning?

It started as a challenge, Sy's buddy thought he was too afraid to light his beard on fire, but Sy ain't one to step down from a challenge, and since then, it has become his go-to when he wants to impress a pretty little thing.

Clark can tell you which colour underwear you are wearing. He is not sharing his secret and how he knows... but somehow, he got it right, and since it was a challenge, and you are pretty damn impressed, you are definitely up for having a drink with him ;)

Introvert Walter is actually pretty damn good with the guitar... and while he is very humble and quite shy, once he spots a strings instrument, all hell breaks loose, and he has his sleeves rolled up, playing an epic guitar riff with bras being thrown at his feet.

August, probably hypnosis because there you were having a nice chat with him on the dance floor, speaking about political science and some deep philosophy stuffed.. and next thing you know.... (Cut for smut)

you are in the back room of the party, with August's head buried deep between your thighs and his tongue fucking you to oblivion.

Mikey is famous for his card trick, and the trick is quite simple: you pick a card, any card and whoop! What do you know? It's his phone number.

Also, don't dare him to get a piercing or a tattoo on a whim because he will sure as fuck do it.

Sy's "fire trick" is cool and all, but have you seen a dude create actual fire???? Igni! There goes that guy's beard... Yeah he is not supposed to use it to impress anyone; he is a Witcher, a professional.. but he is always one ale away from doing something risky... like filling his mouth with hard liquor and spitting fire.

He says he learned it from a chick called Xena.

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #geralt of rivia #august walker #walter marshall #captain syverson #napoleon solo

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 31 - The bathroom equation

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 30 -- Part 32

Summary: The guys (and girls) take to the group chats to discuss some serious issues

Warnings: Post contains generalizations. Please don't murder me for that.

Word count: Exactly 3k!!!!

**A/N: **SO! The guys joined me in the shower yesterday (not as sexy as it sounds, unfortunately) and as @geralts-yenn and I had had a discussion about what the house groupchat would look like (including very necessary shadow-group with just the girls, and a group chat with everyone who regularly spends time at that house...) this is what I came up with.

[The guys' chat is 179CS🏡, the girls are 179CS🧠🧠, and the everyone-group is 179CS Full🏡]

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @summersong69 @livisss @sillyrabbit81

@ellethespaceunicorn @ylva-syverson @poledancingdinos @thelastsock @wa-ni

@proud-aroace-beastie @totalwool

Mike:

Sherlock: Great, she’s asking me what I’m laughing at.

August: If you value your life, don’t show her.

Sherlock: And if she steals his phone and sees it anyway? Xoxo Elena

Marshall: Paramedics or police?

Charles: Both.

August: Both.

Leon: Both.

Marshall: 👍🏻

Sherlock: They’ll never get here in time 😈

Mike: Nice knowing you, buddy ❤️

Elena: Dani, get your man in line.

Dani: What he do?

Elena: [video]

Ange: I mean…

Sol: He’s not… wrong…

Dani: He sent me that 🙊

Lexi: Is he okay?

Dani: Was he okay to begin with? 😂

Ange: Not that we know of…

Sy: Speaking of showers… We need rules.

Mike: Eh, why?

Sy: Because I was late for my date yesterday.

August: Which is our problem… how?

Leon: It’s not.

Charles: 👆🏻

Sy: In a house shared by eight guys there’s no excuse for a line for the bathroom!

Mike: Some of us have ✨girlfriends✨

Mike: You should try it sometime

Sy: 🦆🫵🏻 ❤️

Mike: Aww ❤️

Charles: He has a point, though.

Charles: Don’t appreciate getting yelled at for taking a shit in my own damn bathroom.

August: Not to mention the hair.

Sherlock: I don’t see the problem there? Just ask them to clean the drain when they’re done?

Leon: Spoken like a man who has never once in his life watched a woman clean a shower drain…

August: Good luck and farewell, Holmes

Sherlock: ?

Mike: Tears will be cried. Drains will be cleaned — by you.

Mike: Murder may be committed.

Sherlock: Surely, it can’t be that bad?

Geralt: No, he pretty much nailed it.

August: As much as I hate to admit it, the man is right.

Sy: So. New rules?

Leon: House meeting?

Mike: Sure. We’re all home, right?

Sy: Nope.

Mike: What? Why?

Sy: … sometimes when a date goes well, you end up staying over.

Sy: Are there other questions you need answered, bud?

Mike: I think I’m good…

Charles: Ladies, enough with the gossip

Leon: Right. Some of us have work to do.

Charles: Exactly

Sherlock: I highly doubt he was referring to you, Brandon.

Mike: Oooh, mad shade!!! xoxo Dani

Charles: Thanks. Sy, the complaint?

Sy: I had to wait in line to take a shower because the bathrooms were overrun by women.

Leon: Noted. The proposal?

Sy: I’m just pointing out the problem. Someone smarter than me can worry about the solution 🤷🏻‍♂️

Sherlock: Am I right to assume asking the girls to just… spend less time in the bathroom would result in murder, as well?

Sherlock: Never mind, Elena is nodding violently next to me right now.

Mike: What do you want us to do? Assign all the girls to one bathroom?

August: That might work, actually.

Leon: Doesn’t sound like a terrible idea.

Charles: Yes?

Mike: Wow, the one time I have a good idea, I don’t even realize it’s a good idea…

Mike: Wait, no.

Mike: I’m not permanently sharing a bathroom with seven of you because we sometimes have girls over.

August: Kid has a point.

Mike: I’m on a roll today! 😎

Sherlock: That leaves us with the question of how many women would have to be present to necessitate giving them their own bathroom, correct?

Marshall: If you desperately want to make it sound like math, then yes.

Sherlock: Not math. Logic.

Sherlock: And I find myself compelled to point out that I understand and enjoy logic.

August: Dealing with women is an aggravating experience, then, isn’t it?

Sherlock: Absolutely mystifying. But I’ve found that thus far the benefits outweigh the costs.

Mike: You know, for you… That’s actually kinda sweet 😂

Marshall: Romantic 👍🏻

Leon: Don’t tell her that…

Charles: Guys, seriously!

August: Right. Sol and Ange together never caused any problems.

Sherlock: Neither have any… liaisons of a fleeting nature

Mike: Hookups. You mean hookups.

Sherlock: You couldn’t pay me to say that.

Charles: Moot point. The average walk of shame happens before the shower.

Leon: It’s not like they stay for breakfast…

Leon: Beat me to it 😂🤜🏻

Charles: 🤛🏻

Geralt: The both of you are unbearable.

Geralt: August is right.

August: But…

Geralt: Sol and Ange don’t cause problems because Sol doesn’t take forever in the shower.

August: Right. But Angel is a nightmare, and so is Elena. Those two alone are enough to cause traffic.

Sherlock: Correct me if I’m wrong, but ‘Elena and Anjelica together, or either of those combined with any two others, or neither of them but a minimum of three others’ sounds like the kind of rule that will ensure we won’t even need it for the foreseeable future.

Sy: It also gives me a headache.

Mike: I don’t think I even understood enough of it to get a headache…

Sherlock: Minimum of 3, then ask me and Angie to not occupy both bathrooms at the same time. 🙄🙄🙄 Problem solved. You’re all still in trouble for even talking about this ❤️❤️❤️

Ange: They’re giving us what now???

Elena: Bathroom rules…

Dani: Tell me you’re kidding 🙃🙃

Elena: Dead fucking serious 🙄

Sol: Why?

Elena: Apparently 🙄🙄🙄🙄

Elena: We caused a traffic jam last night and made Sy late for his date???

Elena: Fairly sure Alicia didn’t mind because he’s still over there 🙄🙄🙄

Ange: What are the rules?

Elena: I don’t know. I’m glaring at Sherlock from a distance now.

Elena: I’m pleased to report he looks terrified every time I do 😈😈

Elena: They’re considering a girls’ bathroom.

Ange: I’m considering permanent occupation of all bathrooms.

Elena: Your boy called us both nightmares, by the way 😇😇

Elena: Apparently we take too long to shower, idk

Sol: You both take your time, sure…

Elena: Okay, fine. But he doesn’t have to point that out 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

Ange: Funeral invitations to follow…

Ange: No but seriously

Ange: He thinks I take too long in the shower?

Ange: Fine!

Ange: I’ll take shorter showers!

Dani: He really said that? 💀

Ange: Let’s see how he feels about that in a week or two.

Ange: Enjoy flossing, August 🙃🙄

Dani: 👀👀 [the agonizing scream you just heard was brought to you by me spitting my drink over Mike’s keyboard]

Lexi: 🙊 Mike and keyboard both okay?

Dani: Keyboard fine, Mike hyperventilating. He’ll be alright, back to you Ange.

Ange: I might have to rescind this attitude…

Ange: As much as I want to get back at him for this, I don’t want him to run…

Sol: You really think he’d care? Ange… he loves you…

Ange: Not that much…

Lexi: Girl, please?? Have you seen the way that man looks at you?

Ange: … He’s never seen me, like… untweezed and unshaved and whatever

Dani: Never?

Ange: Never ever ever.

Sol: 👀👀

Sol: But why?? I only shave when I feel like it – which is almost never – and Geralt has never said anything??

Ange: Girl, you’re a blonde 👀👀

Ange: I don’t wax this stache, 2 weeks from now you’ll be confusing me for August. I swear.

Lexi: Okay there’s literally no way that’s true.

Dani: And even if it was, he’d still love you.

Ange: Yeah but I’m not about to find out, thanks.

Lexi: It’s your body, obviously

Elena: Do what feels comfortable

Dani: But if you do ever miss a day and he does say something nasty…

Elena: I’ll grab the shovels 😇😇

Leon: Ladies and gentlemen — mostly ladies. A little PSA regarding an update in the house rules at 179th Crescent Street. It was recently brought to my/our attention that the addition of a number of regular overnight guests has created a somewhat unmanageable situation in the realm of bathroom use. Therefore, the new policy is as follows: When three or more of the girlfriends are staying over, the upstairs bathroom is all yours! Management is currently unavailable for negotiation.

Charles: TLDR: take your long-ass showers on the second floor. Please.

Ange: This message was deleted.

August: I saw that.

Elena: Oh, I’ll say it with my chest

Elena: You all suck.

Sherlock: No…

Mike: Whatever you do, man, don’t finish that thought 😂

Sherlock: I think they got the message regardless.

Ange: Oh, we got it alright…

Dani: You’re lucky you’re cute, Sherlock 🙄

Mike: Hey!

Lexi: I’m so sorry to say this but… Over my cold, dead body am I walking up a flight of stairs in the middle of the night to pee.

Charles: @Leon Told you the ‘not up for negotiation’ thing wasn’t going to work.

Leon: It was worth a try.

Geralt: We’re not banning anyone from the house for using the ‘wrong’ bathroom

Sol: Then why the pointless rule?

Sy: Because yesterday BOTH bathrooms were occupied for well over two hours!!!

Sy: Seriously, what do you do in there?

Mike: Elaborate satanic rituals?

Sol: Occasionally.

Ange: Let’s see… Do we actually enlighten them?

Mike: Please do, I’m curious now…

Charles: I know what happens when I’m also in the shower… 😏

Ange removed Charles

Ange: Any other takers?

August: Angel…

Ange: Don’t tell me I’m overreacting!

August: I didn’t say a word 😑

Ange added Charles

Ange: Behave.

Charles: 🤐

Elena: Good boy.

Leon: Do you say that to Sherlock, too? 😏

Ange removed Leon

Marshall: Jesus, Ange…

Ange: Ugh, fine.

Ange added Leon

Mike: Seriously, girls… Other than summoning the occasional demon — what are you doing in there?

Sol: I’m gonna let Elena and Angie handle this one…

Ange: Alright. So first I check if I have all 4059834 items I’m going to need. Then at some point you’ll have to get naked, unfortunately…

Dani: Look at everything you hate about yourself for a solid 5 minutes until you’re nice and depressed

Elena: Didn’t come here to be called out like this, but thanks 🙄🙄

Sol: Poke your boobs and watch them jiggle because it’s funny until you’re less depressed

Mike: Getting jealous…

Ange: Then you turn on the shower and wait for the water to warm up

Lexi: To those ungodly temperatures from the pits of hell, you know? 👀👀

Mike: I’m not apologizing for that video, just so you know.

Lexi: That’s actually useful time to make sure you find the right playlist ✨✨

Sy: YOU DON’T NEED A PLAYLIST FOR A SHOWER

Lexi: Hard disagree

Elena: Yes, we do.

Sol: … Am I supposed to listen to my own thoughts in the shower?

Ange: I’d never be able to suppress my homicidal tendencies ever again, holy shit…

Dani: Then we actually get in the shower and warm up because the bathroom is cold, just like our souls.

Marshall: I’m genuinely learning more than I’ve ever wanted to know…

Mike: This is already taking longer than my whole entire shower…

Ange: And we’re not even close to being done.

Elena: @Ange Especially us…

Leon: Okay, fine, I’ll bite… Why is it different for the two of you?

Sol: Because they have curls?

Charles: That makes a difference?

Sy: So?

Mike: Why does THAT matter?

Marshall: Is that… important??

Elena: You’re all so clueless, it’s almost cute 🥺

Ange: @Marshall you actually might want to pay attention to this…

Ange: Alright. By the time I’m warm, my hair is usually wet all the way through

Ange: Massively heavy, by the way.

Ange: It’s hair-washing time! Which, idk about @Elena, but I have to do this in at least 4 sections if I don’t want to miss half of it.

Elena: I can get by with 2, but 4 is better.

Elena: Of course, 9/10 times I fucking forgot to section it before getting in the shower.

Ange: Obviously. So now you’re wrangling your wet hair into submission

Elena: Which is damn near impossible.

Ange: Exactly. But when that’s finally done, you can get to washing it.

Elena: And rinsing it until there’s absolutely no way there’s still any shampoo left.

Ange: Which takes a long ass time, BTW.

Ange: Then it’s ✨deep conditioner✨ time!!! Like… it’s always deepco time. I don’t even use regular conditioner anymore because my hair thinks it’s pointless. So like. That.

Elena: Mood.

Ange: And that stuff needs to sit in your hair for like 15-30 minutes

Mike: That’s like… 3 whole showers…

Charles: I don’t even spend this kind of time on my schoolwork 👀

Geralt: That’s not something to be proud of.

Sherlock: Imagine what you could do if you did.

Ange: Either way, it’s okay, because next… We exfoliate.

August: For those who haven’t been keeping count, we’re on step 12 or something. Jesus.

Charles: @Leon what the damn hell does our water bill look like?

Sol: Pay attention! Exfoliate! Then shave. Which, when you’re 6 feet tall in the showers here… damn near impossible, by the way.

Elena: (Cut yourself at least twice no matter how long you’ve been doing it…)

Lexi: Ohh! Cubicle yoga while holding a razor!!!

Dani: And while wet and slippery…

Ange: We’re superhuman 💃🏻

Sy: You’re nuts is what you are. All of you!

Dani: Anyway, when we reach baby dolphin status…

Dani: Which doesn’t happen until we’ve checked at least three times if we haven’t missed any spots…

Dani: I personally squeeze in brushing my teeth and skincare before rinsing my conditioner.

Elena: 👆🏻

Ange: Same! If I’m paying like 30 dollars for a hair mask that’ll barely last me two weeks, I’m gonna at least spend some time with it 👀✨

Sol: So that’s teeth and face wash in the shower. Then rinse that conditioner.

Ange: Which — again — takes a while if you have curly and/or a lot of hair.

Ange: Also, before I rinse my hair, I spend an ungodly amount of time detangling it with my fingers, which I have to do while the mask/conditioner is in. So…

Marshall: And at this point you’re finally nearly done, right?

Sherlock: … please, for the love of God, let it almost be over!

Ange: Oh, my precious little babies ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Lexi: At this point we’re slowly considering getting out of the shower, yes.

Dani: But the rest of the bathroom is cold, so we take our time gathering the courage to get out.

Leon: 🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️

Sherlock: The entire bathroom is hot enough to steam salmon at this point!

Mike: And yet, they manage to emerge from Mordor absolutely freezing…

Sol: When we do finally manage to make it out, we wrap ourselves in the biggest towel we can find…

Ange: By the way, ladies, you can thank me and Sol for the presence of the big towels in this house.

Sol: Oh GOD I remember the first shower I ever took here.

Geralt: The towels were fine.

Sol: …………. Geralt, I love and respect you, but you’re wrong and also stupid. ❤️

Ange: You’ll pay for that…

Sol: Looking forward to it 😈😈

Mike: Please continue…

Dani: We’re left with the rest of our skincare. So; toner, 1-3 serums, moisturizer. Sunscreen or oil, for me, depending on the time of day.

Ange: But the mirror is fogged up from the shower, so you have to deal with that…

Leon: YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR FACE IS, DON’T YOU?

Ange: Yes, but it’s also very pretty so I wanna look at it. Thanks.

Lexi: How can I meticulously study all the imperfections in my skin if I can’t see my face???

Dani: Exactly! (To both of those things, simultaneously)

Dani: So, after that, it’s time to moisturize everything you’ve exfoliated and/or shaved.

Elena: Which is… pretty much everything.

Sol: Cue deep sigh because this is where you find out you actually did miss a spot somewhere.

Ange: And then it’s back to the hair for the curly girls!

Elena: Leave in ❤️❤️❤️

Marshall: What?

Sy: ??

Mike: Wut?

Ange: It’s like conditioner, but you don’t rinse it out.

Sherlock: @Elena the stuff that smells good?

Elena: Yes 😂😂😂

Dani: Which reminds me; @Elena, is that your Quench in the bathroom or mine? I can’t remember…

Elena: Oh, God, me neither…

August: Settle this in the shadow group, ladies.

Lexi: You know about that, huh? 😂

Dani: Shit, they figured it out…

Sol: Not surprised… They’re not completely clueless…

Ange: Just mostly…

August: Thanks. Enough of that.

Ange: Okay daddy 🥺❤️❤️

August: 🙄

Ange: Anyway. After the leave-in and maybe two or three other products, I wrap my hair up in my hair-towel — or hair-tshirt.

Charles: Another towel? Why in the fuck?

Ange: Boys. I understand that you don’t give a fuck about this, but…

Ange: Regular towels are actually not good for your hair.

Elena: 👆🏻👆🏻👆🏻

Lexi: Besides… You can’t dry long hair and your body with 1 towel…

Sol: What she said.

Sol: What they both said, actually.

Leon: Are we finally at the end of all of this?

Leon: I’ve literally never been more glad to not have a girlfriend, jesus fucking christ…

Dani: Yeah, pretty much… You get dressed, dreading the cold of the hallway, and then we quickly go find a boy to snuggle up to who can then tell us we smell nice and are very soft, so we can convince ourselves we didn’t just spend an unholy amount of time doing all of that for absolutely nothing.

August: All of this is… insane.

Ange: Hey! I can stop doing half of this, if you think it’s so unnecessary 🙄🙄

Elena: Now that I think about it… It wouldn’t even save any time, because you still need to let the conditioner sit, so…

Charles: Right, ladies, this was very interesting…

Charles: I’m going to take a shower now.

Charles: Talk to you in about… 10 minutes 🙄

Sy: Remind me to never ask any of you any questions literally ever again…

#henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill characters #mike hellraiser #sherlock holmes #walter marshall #august walker #napoleon solo #charles brandon #captain syverson #college au #fluff

[nevzatboyraz44]

Müslüman ülkelerin ton cinsinden altın rezervleri.

احتياطيات الذهب في الدول الإسلامية بالطن.

Gold reserves of Muslim countries in tons.

1. 🇹🇷 Türkiye (TR): 540,5 ton

2. 🇮🇷 İran (IR): 309,4 ton

3. 🇸🇦 Suudi Arabistan (SA): 322,9 ton

4. 🇰🇿 Kazakistan (KZ): 361,1 ton

5. 🇱🇧 Lübnan (LB): 286,8 ton

6. 🇵🇰 Pakistan (PK): 98,5 ton

7. 🇩🇿 Cezayir (DZ): 173,6 ton

8. 🇰🇼 Kuveyt (KW): 79 ton

9. 🇮🇶 Irak (IQ): 96,3 ton

10. 🇲🇾 Malezya (MY): 36,1 ton

11. 🇦🇿 Azerbaycan (AZ): 33,2 ton

12. 🇱🇾 Libya (LY): 116,6 ton

13. 🇮🇩 Endonezya (ID): 76,1 ton

14. 🇪🇬 Mısır (EG): 80,8 ton

15. 🇧🇩 Bangladeş (BD): 13,7 ton

16. 🇯🇴 Ürdün (Olimpiyatlar): 18,2 ton

17. 🇦🇱 Arnavutluk (AL): 14,1 ton

18. 🇹🇲 Türkmenistan (TM): 19 ton

19. 🇳🇬 Nijerya (NG): 7,8 ton

20. 🇶🇦 Katar (QA): 12,4 ton

21. 🇦🇪 Birleşik Arap Emirlikleri (EA): 7,3 ton

22. 🇲🇦 Fas (MA): 22,4 ton

23. 🇴🇲 Umman (OM): 10,6 ton

24. 🇸🇾 Suriye (SY): 25,3 ton

25. 🇹🇯 Tacikistan (TJ): 13,3 ton

26. 🇰🇬 Kırgızistan (KG): 8,9 ton

27. 🇹🇳 Tunus (TN): 6,7 ton

28. 🇾🇪 Yemen (YE): 5,4 ton

29. 🇬🇲 Gambiya (GM): 0,1 ton

30. 🇲🇷 Moritanya (MR): 3,7 ton

31. 🇦🇫 Afganistan (AF): 8,2 ton

32. 🇲🇻 Maldivler (MV): 0,1 ton

33. 🇰🇲 Komorlar (KM): 0,1 tondan az

34. 🇩🇯 Cibuti (DJ): 0,1 tondan az

35. 🇸🇩 Sudan (SD): 3,4 ton

36. 🇸🇴 Somali (SO): 0,1 tondan az

37. 🇪🇹 Etiyopya (ET): 1 ton

38. 🇪🇷 Eritre (ER): 0,1 tondan az

39. 🇸🇳 Senegal (SN): 1,7 ton

40. 🇸🇱 Sierra Leone (SL): 0,2 ton

41. 🇬🇳 Gine (GN): 4,2 ton

42. 🇨🇮 Fildişi Sahili (CI): 0,6 ton

43. 🇨🇲 Kamerun (CM): 0,2 ton

44. 🇬🇦 Gabon (GA): 0,2 ton

45. 🇹🇩 Çad (TD): 0,1 ton

46. 🇳🇪 Nijer (KD): 0,1 ton

47. 🇲🇱 Mali (ML): 1,1 ton

#altın #müslüman #ülke #rezerv #ton #türkiye #doğa #travel photography #travel destinations #travel #manzara #view #natural #europe #africa #Spotify

[catierambles]

Feral Instincts Ch.30

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1074

Warnings: mentions of blood and injury

They pulled up to the house in a quiet neighborhood, Sy parking half on the curb as Geralt's bike slid to a stop, August’s SUV parked out front right where the tracker said it would be. Getting out, they ran up the walk, hearing a crash from inside. August didn't pause, kicking the door in and they rushed inside.

"Steph!" August called out and there was another crash from deeper in the house. Running towards the sound, they stopped, seeing the wolves locked in combat. Jordan's was a dark blonde color and massive, but his fur was streaked with blood from bites and tears along his back, flank, and muzzle. He was tackled by Stephanie's, her wolf smaller than his, but her bite was strong as she sank her teeth into his shoulder and brought him down. He rolled, knocked her off and they came at each other again, paws swiping and teeth snapping. She went low as he went high, catching him around the throat and slamming him to the floor on his back. He shifted back, the fur retreating, and he pushed against her, fought to free himself, trying to dislodge her teeth from around his throat. She suddenly wrenched and blood sprayed, bone snapping.

"Steph." Sy said and she whipped around to look at them, the piece of gore falling from her mouth to land wetly on the floor. Her eyes were wild, enraged, and her lips pulled back from blood stained fangs in a growl.

"Easy." Walter said, his voice low. "Easy sweetheart. It's us." She couldn't seem to hear them, advancing on them slowly, her body low to the floor as her hackles raised, her ears pinning back. They could see blood on her fur, and it wasn't all Jordan's. "You're injured, love." He took a step towards her, but backed up as she snarled at him.

"Steph," Sy said, "Come back to us, darlin'."

"Listen to us, Princess." August said.

"Stephanie." Geralt said, "Don't let us lose you to this." She suddenly stopped, shaking her head, and her body relaxed before she let out a low whine, limping over to them.

"Baby." Sy said as she nearly collapsed at their feet, shifting back. Ragged gashes and deep punctures littered her back and shoulders and they knelt, Sy's hands hovering over her.

"Sy…" She said, her voice a pained whine, and August came back with a blanket, laying it over her and wrapping her in it before gathering her in his arms, picking her up. "Are Mike and Albert okay?"

"We can talk about that later, sweetheart." Sy said, brushing blood streaked hair away from her face. "Let's get you outta here first."

"Cleanup crew is on its way." Geralt said, putting his phone back in his pocket, "I'll wait for them. Take her home."

"No!" She reached for him, grabbing his jacket. "Don't leave me, please. None of you, please. I need all of you, I need to know you're okay."

"I'll call Leon when we get in the truck." August said, "Council is just going to have to fucking deal that Lewis is a corpse."

She was quiet on the drive back, curled up in the blanket on August's lap, her fingers twisting in his shirt as he carried her into the cabin, Walter having driven his truck back to the cabin so August could tend to Stephanie.

"You need to get this blood off of you." He said and she nodded. He carried her into the bathroom, sitting her down on the toilet as he started the shower, pulling his clothes off and unwrapping her from the blanket when the water reached a suitable temp. The hot water irrigating her injuries made tears come to her eyes and he held her against his chest as she sobbed, the water swirling deep red then pink then clear around the drain. He washed the blood out of her hair with gentle movements, making sure to rinse it thoroughly and he didn't fail to notice the fresh silver wounds around her wrists.

When she was clean, he shut off the shower, toweling her off gently before wrapping her in it and one around his hips. He waited as she brushed her teeth quickly, getting the blood out of her mouth, before picking her up again and bringing her down to the living room where Walter and the others had made something of a nest, moving the couch and recliners aside and piling blankets and pillows on the floor.

"I killed him." She said as they laid there, and the smallness to her voice broke their hearts, Geralt’s arm tightening around her waist as he held her back against his chest. "He hurt Mike, Albert, and Sy, so I killed him."

"You did."

"I didn't--I didn't stop to think, I just did it because he hurt them." She said, "Am I--am I a monster?"

"No, sweetheart." Walter said, their hearts breaking a little bit more, "You're an Alpha. He hurt your Mates, he hurt your pack, but it should have been us. Not you."

"I'm sorry I didn't wait for you."

"It's not that." August said, "We know death. Sy with the Army, Walter with the police, Geralt with being a Tracker, and me with…well, what I did with the Agency and for the Council. We know death, we've taken lives. We’re not angry it wasn’t us, baby, we just didn't want you to know it too. We wanted to protect you from that."

"I didn't care what happened to me." She said, "I didn't care if I died too. I needed him to pay for what he had done to them."

"You protected them." Geralt said, "You left with Lewis to protect Mike and Albert, and you made sure he would never hurt them or anyone else ever again."

"Council is going to be pissy." She said, "They wanted him alive."

"They'll get over it." August said, “Steph, I have to know. How did you know to take my truck?”

“What do you mean?”

“How did you know the Council gave it to me and it has a tracker in it?” He asked and she tilted her face up to look at him.

“I didn’t.” She said, “I just grabbed the first keys I saw. It has a tracker in it?” There was a beat of silence before they gave soft laughs, August pressing his lips to her forehead.

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[raphieartz]

"At My Worst Leo here with a plethora of souvenir novelty and/or punny shirts to give away! Competitors (both ex and current), spectators, and unfortunate bystanders can all take their pick!! There's an oppolltunity for all"

Leon likes the shirt :]/sys

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[the-firefly-system1]

about us

hello we are The Firefly system. We are 18 and are a nonverbal high support needs autistic. We have other disabilitys (legally blind (and our vision depends on the day on how good or bad it will be), mental, physical) because of this we often have trouble spelling and typing sentences and have a lot of trouble communicating or making friends but do want friends. We love stuff like asks, tags or messages.

About Jasper:

Belgian tervuren, werewolf. He/him.

About Alex:

Coyote, sable. They/them.

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🚫Do not reality check us. Not only does that make our beliefs stronger, us being physically nonhuman is not a delusion despite what most would say. We do have delusions but us being nonhuman is not one 🚫

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[venomizedstar]

Since I started by explaining more general things, now I'm going to explain the Paranormal Order and the teams! Maybe a little bit of the characters

So, Ordem Paranormal means Paranormal Order, but the official name inside the lore is Ordo Realitas and its a big and secret organization with headquarters in Brazil.

The agents are divided in teams and usually they are always together to fight the paranormal.

Equipe Aniquiladores: The oldest team! The members include Senhor Veríssimo (a NPC, the Order leader), Aaron (NPC, a mysterious sniper), Balu (Played by Calango, funny guy), Arnaldo Fritz (sometimes a npc, sometimes played by Rakin, a famous actor), Chizue Akechi (a NPC, uses Katanas) and some other unknow people, now inactive;

Equipe Veterana de Varredura: Balu, Arnaldo Fritz, Johnny Tabasco (played by Alanzoka, really impulsive) and Luciano Carvalho (played by LJoga, a former military), now inactive;

Equipe Brasa: Erin Parker (played by Kalera, heavy inspired by Jinx from League of Legends), Fernando Carvalho (also played by LJoga, Luciano's husband), Luciano Carvalho and Tristan Monteiro (NPC, funny flirty guy), now inactive;

Equipe Iniciante de Varredura: The first team to be presented in the series! Its members are Alexsander Kothe (played by LJoga, a history teacher), Daniel Hartmann (played by Luba, a writer), Elizabeth Webber (played by Bagi, a medical doctor and forensic scientist) and Thiago Fritz (played by Rakin, Arnaldo's son), now inactive;

Equipe Veterana: Arnaldo Fritz, Chizue Akechi, Cristopher Cohen (played by LJoga), Francisca Parker (NPC, Erin's grandmother) and Senhor Veríssimo, now inactive;

Equipe E: Second season team! Arthur Cervero (played by Guaxinim, handsome and cute guy), Cesar Oliveira Cohen (Played by Calango, nerd and Cristopher's son), Elizabeth Webber, Joui Jouki (played by Luba, gymnast), Thiago Fritz, now inactive;

Equipe Kelvin: Kenan Thomas (played by Leo Santi), Mariana Carona (played by Bagi), Miguel Cariad (initially played by Calango, later he became a NPC), now inactive;

Equipe D: Third season team! Arthur Cervero, Beatrice Portinari (played by Triz Pariz, has a cool bird), Dante (played by Rakin, an ocultist), Elizabeth Webber, Erin Parker, Fernando Carvalho, Joui Jouki, Kaiser (Cesar Oliveira after some traumas), Luciano Carvalho, Orpheu (the cool bird!) and Tristan Monteiro, now inactive;

Dragões Metálicos: A metal band inspired by Metallica, they're all NPCs! Kurt Hemmis, Leandro Hans, Marcos Front and Roberto Lutrijo, now inactive;

Equipe Espiãs: Team inspired by Totally Spies, they're all NPCs! Alexia Grifo, Clarissa Leão and Samantha Hale, now inactive;

Dupla Johnny e Rubens: Johnny Tabasco and Rubens Naluti (played by Felps, a silly little guy), now inactive;

Equipe Abutres: Balu, Arthur Cervero, Carina Leone (played by Bagi, italian mafia girl), Dante, Joui Jouki and Rubens Naluti, still active;

Equipe Delta: NPC only team: Jiro Yukami, Naomi Akechi and Olivia Lefleur, still active;

Dupla Cavalcante e Wanderley: Cavalcante Bueno (a NPC) and Wanderley Nascimento (played by Rakin)

And also theres teams from another countries or without any contact with the Order:

Hell Hunters: Ex members from SWAT, their headquarters are in Texas, United States, all the members are NPCs. Arnold Strolley, Chloe Grey, Jason Bloom, Karen Brown, Miguel Hernandez, Roy Stevens, Ryder States, Stella Green and Troy Walker;

Obscurité: A french team of anarchists who lives in Paris' Catacombs, almost all of them are NPCs. Bernadette Leroy, Cartier Dubois, Delano Martin, Désirée Menet, Dominic Sy Pierre (played by Abelha), Emmanuelle Adrien, Lorraine Orleans, Marc Menet, Margot Renaud, Maxime Auclair, Oriel Renaud and Yuki Saito (played by Kalera);

Família Leone: Italian mafia, almost all NPCs. Alfredo Leone, Alonzo Leone, Ângela Leone, Antonella Leone, Brando Leone, Carla Leone, Carina Leone, Chiara Leone, Dario Leone, Enzo Leone, Fabrizio Leone, Giuseppe Leone, Lorenzo Leone, Marco Leone, Patrizia Leone and Roberta Leone;

Os Cinco: Team kinda based on Scooby-Doo and in sci-fi 90' movies. Xande (played by Guaxinim, impulsive and cool guy), Dara Venturini (played by Carol, team's support), Chico (played by LJoga), Guizo (played by Felps), Lírio Tellini (played by Gary, he's THE WALL), Morato Vertaler (NPC) and Voytek Nowak (NPC).

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NAMES : fettu , brie , capri , munster , orla , queso , rico , bleu , fetta , cam , panela , aura , cairns , havilah , innes , freya , nio / niolo , mahon , durrus , blue , leon / leonora , moz , serena , havarti , grana , zom , mu , band / bandage , wrap

PRNS : cheese / cheeses , fettu / fettuccine , cine / cines , dai / dairy , fetta / fettas , brie /bries , cara / caravane , che / chechil , ara / arari , hall / halloumi , susu / susus , chhur / chhurpi , mond / mondseer , liv / livno , bos / bosnian , sire / sirene , dim /dimsi , dan /danbo , es / esrom , fyn / fynbo , saga / sagas , ty / tybo , lap / lappi , mal / malaka , or / orda , bun /bundz , lili / liliput , ser / serpa , ca / caş , kor /korall , pu / pule , moh / mohant , sy / syr , vur /vurda , bu /budz , ru / rumi , mi /mish , hel / hellim , edi / edirne , ob / obruk , say / sayas , oka / okas , mummy / mummies , mu / mus , ban / band , bandage / bandages

note : most of these are just diffrent types of cheese- hope theyre okay tho :o3

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Jus wna sy m sowy fr levng I cn brly tke cre f mslf.. M sowy..

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Am sorry too, Mari. Had a lot of bullshit to deal with the past days & I wasn't able to do

A n y t h i n g 😭😴😵‍💫

I'm sending ya my ✨️Neon Leon✨️ vibes. Please take care of yourself. It's very hard (I know best), but it's a must.

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[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 28 - Happy Birthday

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 27 -- Part 29

Pairing: Sherlock x ofc (Elena)

Summary: Elena has a special birthday surprise for Sherlock.

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, Sherlock being adorable, Elena being a little mean, sexting, rough-ish oral (m receiving), p-in-v (doggy), shenaningans with a raincoat, roommate-awkwardness... the works!

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: @geralts-yenn bullied me into posting this today. (The conversation went like: Me saying I wanted to post it, her saying I should and me doing that. There was no actual bullying involved.)

We're giving our sweet Sherlock a lovely birthday surprise. Elena's really testing the poor guy, but at least he's going to know what he does and doesn't like, dammit... Enjoy!

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“Are you alright, Holmes,” August said, one eyebrow raised, as he looked at his friend. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Indeed, Sherlock was staring at the phone in his hand as if something of grave importance had happened, yet he shook his head in response to the question. “Just Elena wishing me a happy birthday,” he said softly, realizing his mistake all too late, as the rest of his housemates stared back at him with rather telling grins on their faces. The remarkable thing about their expressions; they were all but identical.

“And how naked was she in that… text?” Sy asked, his grin widening even further.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, but even he couldn’t fight the grin – the same one they were all wearing, he noticed – off his face. Before he could say anything, his phone buzzed again, and the screen lit up to reveal another message from Elena, containing another picture.

Unfortunately, this time he was as bad at keeping his face in check as he had been the previous time, and everyone laughed.

“Significantly more naked, huh?” Geralt chuckled as Sherlock’s phone buzzed a third time.

“Progressively, even, it would seem,” he blurted out as he looked at the next photo, making the guys laugh even harder.

“I thought she wasn’t coming over?” Leon asked, still with that devilish smirk on his face.

“She isn’t,” Sherlock said, utterly confused. “Not as far as I know, at least.”

“Oh, she’s coming over,” Charles laughed. “She’s not that mean.”

“I don’t know,” Mike added, “she seems… bossy. In a way.” Sherlock involuntarily shrugged when he heard that, telling the guys more than they strictly needed to know.

Before the – very much dreaded – conversation could fully unfold, the doorbell rang, and all eyes turned to Sherlock once more.

“I’d jump this table to get to that door if I were you, mate,” Charles laughed. Instead, Sherlock opted to walk calmly to the door and open it. To his surprise – yes, really – he found Elena on the other side of it.

“Can I come in? It’s quite cold,” she said, shivering in the dark blue raincoat she had on. It was hardly appropriate attire for the current weather… “Hello boys,” she shouted as soon as she stepped into the house. Sherlock noticed she was taller than usual, prompting him to look at her feet. He’d never seen Elena in high heels, but he certainly enjoyed the sight.

“Come with me?” she asked mischievously, batting her eyelashes at him seductively.

“Sure, I was just finishing my drink, I… Can I get you anything?” he stammered. Elena rolled her eyes and glanced over his shoulder into the kitchen, where she saw Mike repeatedly slamming his forehead onto the kitchen table.

“Forget about the drink, Sherlock!” he grumbled.

Elena chuckled softly and refused politely when Sherlock offered to take her coat. She had expected this, of course, and the involvement from the audience only made her enjoy this all the more.

“She’s not wearing anything underneath that, genius,” August said, also clearly experiencing some secondhand frustration at his friend’s ignorance. As he made his comment, Elena stepped around Sherlock and paced to the kitchen, poking her head around the doorframe and counting the faces in the room. Seven. Should be good.

“Anyone else in the house?” she asked Geralt, who slowly shook his head.

She promptly turned around and leaned in the doorway, her back facing the kitchen, and opened the buttons of the coat, letting it fall open. As it did, so did Sherlock’s mouth. August hadn’t been quite correct, but he hadn’t been far off, either: the little stunt revealed some gorgeous lace, but nothing more than that.

“I’ll return him in the morning,” Elena joked, leaving the boys in the kitchen laughing.

“In one piece?” Leon asked.

“Not making any promises,” she laughed before walking towards Sherlock, who hadn’t moved from his most recent location by the door. “I’m giving you two minutes to join me, or I’m starting without you.” And then she made her way up the stairs.

“What are you waiting for?” August asked incredulously, staring at Sherlock, who stood in the hallway as though he had been nailed to the floor. “Go!”

“If you don’t go after her, I will,” Charles laughed.

“In your dreams, Brandon,” Sherlock growled, glaring at the crowd that had gathered in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Are you running out the clock or what?” Mike added to the conversation – utterly unhelpfully, of course. “Seriously, get upstairs or I’m siding with Charles.”

Due to his overwhelming desire to keep some shred of decorum, Sherlock didn’t quite sprint up the stairs, but he undoubtedly moved with a hastiness that was rather uncharacteristic for him. His slightly trembling hands made him fumble with the lock on his bedroom door a while longer than he had hoped, and he made his way up the last set of stairs two steps at a time. He found Elena sitting on the edge of his bed, still in the trench coat. She got up as soon as she saw him, and walked over, her hips swaying enticingly with every step.

“Happy birthday, love,” she said as she threw her arms around his neck.

“Thank you,” he replied. “You know, you did an abysmal job of wrapping my present,” he continued as he slipped his hands under her coat, “I can see what it is quite clearly.”

“You seemed pretty clueless a moment ago, darling,” she taunted.

She spoke slowly, her hands roaming his back and sides. Involuntarily, she licked her lips as she felt his muscles flex beneath the thin fabric of his shirt.

“I have to admit it’s a lovely surprise,” Sherlock said. A light blush had appeared on his cheeks, which deepened as Elena put her lips on his neck. If his quickening breathing, and the quiet gasps and moans that escaped him, hadn’t given away that he liked her ministrations, the fact that he let his head drop to the side to give her easier access would have. Elena used this time to unbutton his shirt, which he gratefully helped her take off once she had completed her mission. Sherlock, in turn, pushed the coat off her shoulders quite impatiently, and let his hands roam her body freely.

“So, what do you think?” she whispered in his ear before stepping back a little, showing him what she had on, for the first time without any distractions.

“I thought I would want you to take it all off as soon as possible,” Sherlock admitted as he grabbed her waist and pulled her back, “but I actually quite like it. Especially the shoes.”

Her eyes lit up as soon as the words were out of his mouth. “The shoes, huh?” She smiled and leaned in to kiss him, luring a soft moan from his throat while her hands occupied themselves with undoing is belt and trousers.

For a moment, Sherlock wondered whether he should be ashamed of the fact that he was already hard – a thought all but forgotten when Elena’s hand found it’s way into his trousers and wrapped around his cock. Just as he was about to kiss her again, her face disappeared, and she sank to her knees in front of him. The sight of her was enough to make him twitch in her grasp, which in turn made her chuckle. Then, when he rushed to push his trousers and pants down to give her access, she struggled to fight back her laughter. His apologetic smile told her that he had noticed, and she grinned back at him, while torturing him with teasingly slow strokes of her hand. Her teasing continued with the soft touch of her tongue, licking a line from the base of his cock to the tip. She relished his moans and almost pitiful whimpers as her tongue passed the places she knew to be the most sensitive, barely touching his skin, but even more than that she thrived on the idea that she was rolling him up.

It was the hand that suddenly found its way to the back of her head, where it gripped her auburn curls as Sherlock thrust into her mouth. The movement was gentle yet decisive, and took her by surprise so much that she dug her fingernails into his thighs on a reflex.

“I’m sorry,” Sherlock said several times while she chuckled and pressed soft kisses to his thighs where she had clawed at his skin a tad too roughly.

“It’s okay,” she said, “I just wasn’t expecting it!” And without further ado, she took his cock into her mouth again. This time, she allowed Sherlock to move in a gentle rhythm that she followed, until his fingers once again tangled in her hair and pulled her back. He couldn’t speak, but his eyes screamed impatience and need at her. In the way he offered her his hand to steady herself as she got up, his regular gentlemanliness shone through, but it disappeared as soon as she stood in front of him, and he pulled her in, fingers digging possessively into the flesh of her arse.

The only reason they made it to the bed was the need to grab a condom from the nightstand, but Elena could see in Sherlock’s eyes – and in the way his hands frustratedly fumbled with the packaging – that it was extraordinarily difficult for him to keep his composure. In the end, she had to take over for him, but it was fun to watch him struggle for a while. At least, she thought so. He seemed to be of a different opinion entirely.

He was almost rude in his ministrations when he turned her around, so she sat on hands and knees in front of him, and impatient in chasing his desire. With a swift, decisive movement, he pulled her underwear to the side, not bothering to take it off her. In fact, he quite liked the view this position provided him with, and he was going to take full advantage of the situation. A sound that was half-chuckle, half-growl escaped him when his fingers encountered the wetness that had gathered between her legs, and without hesitation and with a single thrust, he sank into her dripping core.

“Fuck,” she muttered quietly under her breath, only to leave ‘quietly’ for what it was when he began to move. He was rough – almost cruelly so – and passionate, soon making her arms give out. Elena relished the grunt that escaped him when she arched her back, meeting his movements with every thrust. She was surprised by a swift and light smack on her behind when she attempted to move.

“No, stay.” She’d indulge him, for now. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed Sherlock was completely caught up in chasing his own release, and she succumbed to his treatment, a grin spreading on her face as she allowed her mind to wander and move through all the different possibilities with the man she was seeing right now – a man who seemed far more willing, possibly even eager, to experiment than she had originally thought.

Soon, his movements became erratic, letting her know he was close. His last few thrusts were so uncontrolled that she buried her face in his pillow, unable to keep herself from screaming, and when he pulled out, she collapsed onto the bed. After some time, she looked over her shoulder, only to find a terrified-looking Sherlock on the far end of the bed, sitting just about as far away from her as the space allowed. She looked at him, her eyes begging him to join her, but he did not move. Instead, he just sat there; completely still, and staring into the distance.

“Sherlock, come here and give me a hug,” she said with a smile as she stretched out her leg to caress his thigh with her foot. It worked; he finally looked at her, and after another brief moment, he moved to lie down next to her, wrapping her safely in his arms.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice drenched with an apology she couldn’t quite place. What on earth was he apologizing for?

“Why?” she asked, confused.

“I didn’t mean to be so… harsh,” he said softly, avoiding her eyes.

Elena couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “Harsh? Oh, darling, you weren’t!” She gently stroked his cheek, smiling up at him before burying her face in his neck. “That was quite lovely, actually. Although I really do prefer being the one in charge.”

Her words left Sherlock looking down at her in surprise, and – or so he noticed – did nothing to alleviate the overwhelming need he felt to explain himself. “I couldn’t help myself,” he groaned, “I needed you so badly, I…”

“Stop apologizing right now,” Elena laughed, “or I’ll have to find a way to shut you up.” And though Sherlock did as she asked, she still kissed him fiercely – to prove a point, perhaps?

“How will you get home,” Sherlock wondered out loud, causing Elena to groan and bury her face in his neck. She had been enjoying the quiet cuddling that had been going on until Sherlock decided to ruin the perfectly blissful moment with his reasonable concerns and logic.

“I’m not thinking about leaving just yet,” she muttered.

“You’re welcome to stay, but that will only postpone having to deal with the problem,” he chuckled.

“Hm, yes, let’s postpone dealing with the problem, please,” she laughed before gently nipping at his neck. Her hand moved down over his chest, hooking around his waist and pulling him close. “I can think of something far more fun to do.”

“Again?” he chuckled in disbelief. “I’m not complaining,” he clarified as she moved away to look at her with raised eyebrows, “I’m just wondering… Will this end?”

“Will what end?” she asked.

“This constantly wanting you?” He moaned the words rather than speaking them, and Elena let out a gentle laugh – the one that warmed his heart without fail every single time he heard it.

“At some point… frequency will drop, yes,” she said softly, “but I hope it won’t be for a long while. I love this part.”

Before he could say anything in protest, her lips sealed over his and she impatiently ran her tongue over the seam of his lips. Moments later, they were completely lost in each other again, this time finding a gentler rhythm. His thrusts were slow and steady, luring moans and gasps from both of them with every move. Her legs wrapped securely around his waist, and her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her.

“God, you’re amazing,” she moaned softly, making him chuckle. Surely, she couldn’t mean that? He honestly didn’t see how he could have any sort of skill in an area in which he had so direly little experience. An unintentionally apologetic smile served as an answer, to which she responded in turn by pulling his face to hers and kissing him once again.

“Do you think you can manage a fourth time, or can I go take a shower?” Elena laughed when she – finally – laid down next to Sherlock, who was struggling to catch his breath.

“No, that would be quite impossible, I fear,” Sherlock sighed. He briefly opened his mouth to speak again, only to decide against it. First of all because breathing was difficult enough as it was, and secondly because he was sure that the question he had in mind was a rather foolish one, as became obvious through her response.

“Good, because I don’t think I could take another round.” The words were accompanied by a deep sigh and several gentle kisses to his chest. “You could come with me?”

Sherlock struggled to ignore Elena’s fingers as they trailed over his chest. “To the bathroom?” Elena couldn’t fight back a chuckle when she heard his words. Granted, his brain wasn’t working optimally, but his confusion was rather endearing, nonetheless.

“Into the shower,” she clarified, her lips brushing lightly over the skin of his neck as she spoke.

“That hardly seems…”

“It’s romantic, Sherlock,” Elena sighed with a soft chuckle to her voice and a sweet smile on her face that slowly morphed into a pout she knew would convince him.

“It’s mostly rather cold,” Sherlock grumbled a while later, when Elena was hogging all the water, only to regret his words when she pulled him under the stream. “Jesus Christ!” He exclaimed before all but jumping backwards. “This isn’t romantic, Elena, this is attempted murder. I’m not quite sure what kind of witchcraft allows you to immerse yourself in boiling water, but I quite enjoy having skin, thank you very much.”

“Don’t be a baby,” Elena pouted, grabbing Sherlock’s hand as he reached for the faucet, “it’s nice.”

In response to her plea, Sherlock cocked an eyebrow and threatened to leave, to which Elena replied by begrudgingly agreeing to set the water to a more universally enjoyable temperature.

“I agree it’s quite nice like this,” Sherlock said as he pulled her closer, “but half of me is still freezing.”

“I know,” Elena chuckled, “but I like being close to you.”

“You can do that in my bed, where it’s warm,” he replied, moving away to step out of the shower. “I’ll see you there?”

Elena whined, but reluctantly let go of him, turning the temperature on the water up again as soon as Sherlock was gone.

When she finished rinsing her – or rather; Dani’s – conditioner out of her hair and drying off, she put Sherlock’s bathrobe back on. It was a little large on her, which made it all the more comfortable. She had just finished towel-drying her hair when there was a soft knock on the door.

“Elena?” Mike? What was he after? He clearly knew she was in the bathroom, and he was also clearly looking for her, but why? She checked her bathrobe – one could never be careful enough when it came to preventing accidental flashing of partners’ housemates, or so she had once found out. The whole affair had been rather humiliating. After making sure the risks had been reduced to a minimum, she opened the door.

“Yeah?” Mike was standing outside the bathroom with a massive grin on his face.

“Sherlock isn’t exactly the sweatpants and hoodie type,” he said, his signature dorky smile widening. At times, that grin was so maddening that Elena found herself wanting to slap it off his face, and other times it was endearing and somehow oddly appropriate. This instance belonged in the latter category. “Figured you could use these. Y’know, so you don’t have to go home quite as naked as you got here…” “Thank you,” she laughed, gratefully taking the clothes he held out to her.

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Thicker Than Water chapter Six

Masterlist

Summary: Sherlock must wait out the daylight and face his consequences, whether you rise or not.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, little smidgen of fluff

A/n: got carried away with the lore a little bit. But as always i hope you enjoy, this is the second to last chapter of this fic 🥰😘

Word count: 4000

Once your heart had ceased beating everyone had stayed. All anxious to be close to their maker, even Mikey had crept in feeling completely lost and frightened. The fear and anxiety thrummed through the bonds making the boy uncertain.  The fledgling had been quickly tucked in between Walter and Clark, both soothing him assuring him everything will be okay. Each of them wanted to be here for him, even august and Leon had offered words of reassurance. Sherlock remained quiet and still, he held you close to him, one hand still resting of sy who had drifted into a deep sleep recovering.

But when the sun began to rise Sherlock sent them away, ordering them to all rest and to place sy in his own below ground chamber. They were stressed and needed sleep, it had been quite traumatic for them. They were only ever privy to their own turning, it was intimate and frowned upon for any other to be there and witness another vampires birth. Sherlock sighed, he only hoped you wouldn’t hate him for making yours a spectacle... if you survived a turning that is. Sherlock knew he would not sleep tonight, it was always this way. He will stay up and alert like a new parent worriedly watching the new born in their crib. He will stay watching over his latest child, guarding you from any3 and all threat whilst you were still so vulnerable.

The minuets felt like hours, and hours seemed long slow days as the day dragged on, he was torn watching you as you remained deathly still as the red digital numbers on the clock counted away the day. Sherlock curled himself around your slight form. He had only truly let go of himself when he felt slumber take the last of his children. Napoleon,  surprisingly the most stubborn of his sons, fell to his sleep around midday. Sherlock was impressed, the boy had broken his record by a whole forty minutes.

He didn’t want them to see this, he never once intended to let them see him so broken. The fact they had bore witness to his melt down was enough to make him blush. Him; an ancient vampire! Thankfully none were awake to feel him truly succumb to the reality of his failing's. This utter hopelessness vibrated through his everlasting bonds, it would harm his young if they were awake and felt his real anguish.

For the first time since his own turning he felt scared. Terrified and powerless. It was sobering, humbling in a way. For here he was. A mighty ancient vampire all the strength and supernatural abilities anyone could dream of. Yet now he wad curled up in his bed plastered to a tiny human woman.

The turning of a vampire was never easy. It wasn’t a case of adding some vampire blood laced with venom to the humans blood stream. Its much more delicate then that, there were variables, statistics of success and failure. He wasn’t sure what the odd were exactly but they were not in your favour that much he did know. The only thing you had in your favour was that he was old and his venom was potent.

Venom has to be pumped around the body by the heart when  the victim is still alive, and they have to be alive pong enough to pump the venoms into certain organs and even after that it needs some time to actually infect them. Vampirism was a supernatural blood disease created by forbidden blood magic. So if the heart stops before the venom can reach these organs and infect the host it fails. Ideally you would bite someone who has an hour left at least.

It was easier if your intended child succumb to the venom, it almost guaranteed a successful turning. But either way the worst part is the waiting, if it was a success your new child would rise within two nights of slipping off their mortal coil. If it had failed, they simply never woke again.

Sherlock’s heart clenched and he held you to him tighter burying his face in your neck trying to comfort himself in your scent, you didn’t smell deceased yet and that gave him hope. He had never felt so evil in his life. He was tense and angry worried and frightened. The reality of what he'd done was growing more prevalent as the hours ticked by. He might have killed you. He could have stolen away your life, destroyed the one woman he loved. His heart could die. And if you did he'd never feel a thing again. He'd simply exist, a shell empty and longing for what could have been.

His eyes glossed over, all he saw was red. The very life blood he selfishly stole from you streaking his own face. It was a bitter irony, a vampire weeping the very blood of his victim.

A desperate prayer to a deity long forgotten was all he had. And even then he paused, what did he pray for? Deliverance? Forgiveness? Did he pray for the soul he had tainted with eternal darkness? Or the life he had ended? Did he plead that you find safe passage to the after life? Or safe passage to your eternal life here with him? Would any of the gods old and new heed his prayer and return you to him? And most importantly of all. Did Sherlock deserve you?

He'd lost himself, fed on you to the point of death! He'd attacked his oldest child when the boy had cut him to save you. Sherlock would never forgive himself for snapping at sy, he'd latched on to the boy and tore into him savagely. And all sy had done was try to save you. 

You felt odd. Black. Smothered. Cold. Your limbs stung with pins and needles, ice picks, shards of frost bitten blades dragging across your nerves. You wanted to scream, to cry and wither with the pain. But you were stuck. There was an overwhelming heaviness like a stiff weighted blanket, but cold, so cold you wondered if it was wet. Yes, wet it felt like wet sand on a beach. Buried alive. Alive? Were you? You felt like you were waking from a deep sleep, like the time you had your back teeth out as a kid. It was a fight for consciousness. The first thing you felt was a jolt. A beat, like your heart had restarted but... it was wrong, why was it slow?! It was....supposed to be in a peppy rhythm. An up beat lub-dub like the beegees song staying alive.

But it wasn’t. It was slow, it felt like it should've been painfully slow? Yet no pain? Just a discomfort... your chest wasn’t rising, your lungs were still. You’d never known how loud your own body was until everything stopped.

Stopped?

You snapped your eyes open in panic only to close them again, there was a god awful light, an offensively bright yellow.

"Wh-what happened?" You croaked quietly eyes still squinted shut as you spoke trying to get used to the strangeness in your body.

"Oh thank the gods! Your alive!" You heard Sherlock and the  felt yourself be moved, tugged closer to him. He sounded unlike himself? There was no confidence. Sorrow and relief perhaps, but nothing more.

"Mr Holmes, Sherlock?"

"Yes, me, yes, its me, Sherlock. Its me I’m here. Can you open  your eyes my sweet?" He asked slowly needing to see you staring back at him. He had to see you awake and alive!

"Its bright- its sore" you uttered wincing after peeking up at him. Your voice cracked as you got used to inhaling just for speaking and nothing more.

"Yes yes- here let me just flipped these down" Sherlock replied stretching over the side of the bed and dimmed the lights to a gentle warm glow. You blinked a few times and sighed in relief when you could see comfortably again. Even if your eyes were comfy your head was beginning to ache, an odd painful pounding without the heart beat. It was a slow creeping ache tense and deep, like your very brain was straining. This must be what thinking too hard felt like because your mind was buzzing. You looked around glancing at the sheets, dark around you and white every where else. You didn’t need to be a genius to guess what it was.

"Why? I’m? What happened? My head! D-did i fall?" You asked shuffling in his hold, trying to think you must have tripped and hit your head, that’s why there was blood, why your head hurt and your eyes were sensitive.

Sherlock hushed you, holding you still making you rest against him. He was cradling you tightly to himself like a baby, sitting across his lap one arm wrapped around you making you lean on his chest. It was nice, you felt safe. He was gazing down at you intently with awe. He was looking at you like you had hung the moon.

"No. No you... your going to be uncomfortable. Your adjusting" Sherlock’s words made you pause. You were expecting 'yes you were clumsy and tripped but its alright now' not your adjusting.  There was a foreboding in those two words, he was hinting at a change. It made you shudder as a cold uneasy feeling began washing over you.

You flicked your eyes up to meet his, a light panic hitting you as he avoided your gaze. Why did he look guilty? He said you were Adjusting? Adjusting to what? Sherlock drew a deep breath and finally looked at you. Your eyes must have said it all as he began explaining.

"I.. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry i thought; i fought it for so long and then..." he trailed off feeling a pressure in his chest, painful tugs of his new bond with you; the bond of a maker and child. You were panicked, frightened confused and riddled with pain as your body began to try and wake from its venom induced resurrection. It hurt. It was a torment experiencing the waking of a new fledgling, and this time he wasn’t prepared in the slightest.

You could see he was holding back and sat up pulling from him and tried to stand, only for your head to collide with something a few inches above you and crumpled back to the bed clutching you scull.

"Ouch why-why do i? Where am i? What’s happened?! Oh god! Oh my god what this? What’s going on? I'm in?" You looked around sharply seeing you were in a pod; the same one Sherlock had opened before he'd? What? You couldn’t recall. Why couldn’t you remember?!

"I’m trapped! I’m in a box; i cant breath why am I. Mr Holmes we're in a box! I- i cant stay here! I need to get out! I need air!" You panic rose as you ran your ha ds over the low ceiling,  smoothing and clawing at anywhere you thought there was a seem. Visions of you suffocating and the fact you wasn’t breathing sent you into a state. You began forcing breaths dragging in air trying to breath normally whilst escaping the strangely modern coffin bed.

Sherlock acted quickly holding your wrists dragging them away from the suede interior as you cut through it with still human soft nails, you could rip them out easily with your new strength. Nails were one of the last things to change, and once the damage is done it lasts forever.

You thrashed against him but he was far to strong for you and you were pulled down to lay next to him. He tucked you into his chest below his chin and began making a low chortling sound. A deep rumble the made you got lax in his arms.

"Shh... shh your alright. Your alright clam down. Listen to my voice child, your perfectly safe" his voice cooed with an irresistible calming lull. That coupled with the soothing circles on your back made you melt into his embrace. You were confused still, but calm. He'd drained the panic and fear from you helping you think straight. You stayed still for a few minuets closing your eyes, something was different between you. And not a bad different like everything else since you woke up. You felt Sherlock’s hands move and then a few seconds later felt the blanket cover your bottom. You flushed realising only then you were completely bare from the waist down.

"W-where are we?" You finally asked still laying curled up into Sherlock one hand darting behind you to tug the blankets higher and tighter around your nude frame.

"My day bed sweet girl. I closed it when the sun rose. This is fine, your fine child. I have you. I’m so sorry this wasn’t meant to happen like, this" you squeaked as his words were accompanied by a huge hand covering your back side, patting lightly in a strangely soothing rhythm. 

"L-ike what? What happened" you uttered trying to ignore the way you were clinging to him like a child. There was a need for comfort, beyond anything you’d ever known. You had to lie with him, to be held and reassured by him.

"I... you were injured and i healed you my love. And then after that we... you offered me your vein to feed and..." he spoke slowly, pausing and stuttering mixing his words. It made you uneasy, he was usually so confident and charming. This new less articulate Sherlock felt wrong. You blinked up at him whilst holding onto the sheets that covered you, plucking at the soft threads.

"I failed you my love." Sherlock finally admitted, somehow managing to get the dreaded words past the lump in his throat and admit his failure openly. You could feel it, the shame and guilt almost as if it were your own. But it was different? Like an echo? A ripple of emotion yet strong enough to decipher. And then the words sunk in and your eyes grew wide. He had fed on you. And believed he had failed you.

"Failed? Fed-you fed on me and then... Now I? Oh my god." You quivered, jaw trembling as your tongue rolled around the words quietly. Sherlock gave the most subtle head bob. Yes.

"Oh my god-this is? Am i?" You began only to bring your hands to your face, peeling back your top lip and hiss as your shaking fingers grazed the tender gums flanking your front teeth. Your finger tips glided down and you gasped as your once blunt teeth were now sharpened fangs. Not at their full feeding length but still true canines. You grunt and pull back from your mouth whining they were sensitive.

Your eyes watered and head spun as your predicament dawned on you slowly. Disbelief rattled your brain and you began trying to rationalise everything. Desperately trying to prove Sherlock wrong and find another solution other then the blaringly obvious one.

You turned to Sherlock and the pain in his gaze said it all. He had taken something precious from you and he knew it. He'd stolen everything from you all because of his own gluttonous greed. It was gone, your mortal life, your job, your home, your entire future. And he looked distraught over it.

"I’m so sorry little dove. The blood of my mate was too much to bare. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t; my thirst. My hunger was being truly sated for the first time and..." his lip quivered, eyes flicking down away from you as a heavy feeling doused the room in a thick tension, the ceiling may have well had caved in on you with the weight of his actions.

"I took to much, i  thought id killed you- but the others acted, they saved you... saved us both. Sy attacked me, and the others got you to feed from me just in time"  Sherlock’s voice was still frightened weak. He wanted to shy away from what he had done. Yet you deserved the truth, you had to be told. There was no other explanation he could give you. No grandiose tale he could spin to make him seem your white knight. He had done this. He had lost himself and killed you. And he couldn’t even take credit for turning you as that had been his sons doing.

"This is a dream. Its just a dream, it cant be; you... you wouldn’t have;" you words were breathless, small and frightened as you spoke in hushed words unable to force anything louder then a whisper.  Your stomach churned and mind reeled, you head ached; chest tight and you felt as if you’d been hit by a truck.

"I’m afraid not petal. Your one of my kind now. I couldn’t loose you, I’m sorry so terribly sorry it was my own selfishness"

"Why? Why did you- your thousands of years and you couldn’t stop!?" You cried out, jerking back away from him confused by your own feelings. You were betrayed, you should hate him, you should be angry with him! Yet you had a love for him still. You wanted nothing more then to be held by him, loved and cherished. But why? He had done the unspeakable!  Not only killed you, but denied you a true death and had you reawaken as a vampire. Condemned you to walk in the shadows for eternity.

"Not with you, our mates have... there’s something in the blood of our heart we cant stop. We don’t stop" Sherlock tried to appease you. Desperate for you to understand him, to realise this was necessarily a bad thing. That even thought you were a vampire now, you had found what only few in the world had. A soul mate, a love so true it was truly eternal. 

"Stop, please stop i need to- i need to get out! I have to please please let me out i- i don’t feel right!" You shook in his grasp and pressed your hands above you trying to get out of the pod. You couldn’t sit here, you were panicking and needed space. You needed air.

"Okay. Okay but we have to stay below ground, ln the sun is not fully set yet. I wont risk you. Not now." Sherlock gave in with a solemn sigh feeling the bite of rejection. You didn’t want to be next to him. And he couldn’t blame you, you were scared and confused and your feelings were muddled and made no sense to you. Once you nodded to him agreeing to stay below ground with him he slowly pressed a hidden button that began lift the top of the sunken bed.

It was when the top of the pod rose and you sat up tall looking around the room in a dazed panic your eyes locked on the rest of the coven. They dotted the large space, the older vampires resting on the stylish lounges reading or on their phones and the you saw three sprawled out on a plush rug.

"Boys What are you doing in here? Didn’t i send you all to slumber" Sherlock said rising to his full height and climbed out of the low sitting bed, holding a hand out for you guiding you up into the room.

You moved following, one hand gripping Sherlock’s tightly the other bunching up your blood soaked sheet keeping it around you as you slowly made your way up onto the main level of the room on shaky legs.

"Oh shit err father we have err;" Walter uttered bolting up right sounding like a naughty child caught sneaking into their parents room in the middle of the night. It made you quirk a half smile as the usually gruff man.

"We smelt her... change was successful" August stated casually avoiding Sherlock’s gaze as if waiting to be scolded.

"We brought down the back up supply of ... juice for our nest mother" Clark added hesitating for a few seconds before holding up a metal flask of 'juice' it was sweet in a way, the large man was clearly trying to accommodate you. Wanting to make things as easy as possible by trying to overlook the fact you were about to drink human blood.

"The thirst will... kick in and... we want to help" Clark finished lowering the metal flask and rubbing he back of his neck nervously. But it wasn’t just Clark who was on tender hooks. You glanced around the dark room surprised you could see at all.

Sherlock moved around you, an arm hovering behind you. You didn’t pay no mind to him. You didn’t need to, you could feel him. It was a Strange you just had this sixth sense you felt him around you. It was like an invisible blanket, yet more encompassing. Perhaps it was better to describe the feeling of being submerged in water. Every inch of you felt him surrounding you.  A calming aura smoothing over you; an aura that promised safety.

"That’s very thoughtful, I’m sure your new nest mother will appreciate it." He spoke finally giving in to his need to touch you. His hand pressed into the curve of your back. You relaxed into him, you’d not even noticed how tense you’d been. But then again it was unnerving crawling from a futuristic coffin and be faced with a group of huge worried vampires. You turned to Sherlock with a slight frown as you registered the words.

"N-nest mother i don’t understand what's that?" You asked quietly, your voice straining under a new pressure. You were trying to catch up with everything, despite the initial pain of your rising disappearing you were still disorientated. Trapped between panic and disbelief your head was spinning. Questions and logic all rolling into one strange fuzzy calm. You felt like you were miles behind everyone else in the room.

"You...you are our fathers mate. Our nest mother" sy spoke up a warily after a few beats of intense silence. His eyes flicking nervously to his father and then you. He looked like an anxious schoolboy waiting for scolding.

"S-Sherlock? And.. me mates?" You questioned, your voice scratchy as your throat pulse, quivering with a strange uncomfortable pull once again feeling a dry heaviness in your throat.

"Ay, Sherlock’s the father of our nest, the creator of all of us. Our maker and grand maker the progenitor of our line. And you his heart, his mate and wife"

“I don’t feel very well" you rasped moving a hand up to your neck rubbing it lightly whilst licking your lips. Sherlock quickly moved closer, his chest skimming your side as he held you. One hand moving to the back of your neck holding it gently. You turned to him whining, swallowing dryly trying to get this horrible dry burning out of your throat.

"That’s dehydration; your thirst beginning here you must start to drink" Sherlock hummed taking the metal flask and pulling the lid off before moving it towards your mouth.

You blinked at him unsure what he was doing before cringing as the metallic smell hit your nose. It wasn’t sweet or suddenly smelled delicious. You didn’t forget what its was. The thought of drinking it turned your stomach. But you craved it, you needed it.

"Shh shh come here, come on" Sherlock tried soothing you, coaxing you to drink. You tried to refuse unable to stomach the idea of drinking blood. But the instinct was too strong, and Sherlock seemed to know that with the way he held the flask below your nose waiting patiently for you to snap.

You wanted to prove him wrong, wanted to fight the urge. But you couldn’t, the need was too strong and your hands latched onto the cool metal before you could even think and you tipped the flask to your lips and drank heavily wincing as your tender throat was soothed. You whined as you rained the flask, drinking quicker then you had ever drank in your life. Then with a screech you flung the empty flask away from you. Launching it across the room and covered your mouth in disgust. Before retching, dry heaving as the taste lingered in your mouth. A salty strange taste. Like a copper penny that had been clenched tight in a fist for too long.

Sherlock quickly spun you around drawing you into his chest. The first feeding was hard. Blood wasn’t like wine, it didn’t magically become a magical honey luring vampires with a sweet ambrosia orgasmic scent. There were different tastes but you’d never notice at first. Fledglings had to endure the initial foulness that came with the new diet. In a few month your taste would change and you’d become more tolerant and begin to notice differences. But for now it was horrific and vile.

"Good girl~ there’s my precious girl, everything is going to be alright, there is nothing wrong, this is natural. Good girl, your being so brave for me. I’m so proud of you already" Sherlock hummed rubbing your back soothing you as you turned spitting crudely on the floor trying to escape the lingering aftertaste.

Sherlock hummed to you soothing you through the bond he was happy, the worst was over. You could learn and grow just as the rest of his children have. You were here beside him and that was all that matter for the time being. The uncomfortable questions and painful lessons await but for now he held you to him, digging into the unbreakable pairing bond you shared. Letting himself delve in deep to the very essence of his mate and sooth her. Because that was his purpose, his reason for existing, loving and protecting you, his treasured heart.

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Feral Instincts Ch.26

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1130

Warnings: ....*shrug*

Stephanie noticed shady characters hanging out around the apartment building for the next few days and their appearance just screamed "government goons". They felt like wolves, though, so she hazarded a guess they were from the Pack Council. She made sure to give them an emphatic wave whenever she saw them, something Mike found infinitely amusing. She got Albert enrolled in GED classes as he had had to drop out of school when their dad kicked him out of the house and he had three or four years of education to catch up on. He had needed to take a test and explain his situation to the school board in order to even register as he was below the minimum age of eighteen. Simply putting him in high school was out of the question, as he would have been so far behind it would have been nigh on impossible for him to catch up.

There was a wolf on the board who had been incensed at what had happened to him and Stephanie had to make an official statement as his Alpha, and Sy as his older brother. She didn't know if they had contacted the Council about it, but no one came knocking at her door about him, so she brushed it aside.

She lay on the couch in the cabin, scrolling through her phone, Mike laying stretched out on top of her with his head on her chest. Her other hand was down by the floor, her fingers moving through Albert’s fur idly as he lay curled up asleep, his slim black wolf much smaller than the others.

“Hey, doll.” Sy said, coming into the living room and she raised her hand only so long as to put a finger to her lips. “Sorry.” He whispered, “Need to talk to you about somethin’ in the other room.”

“Okay.” She said and patted Mike’s head gently. “I gotta get up.”

“Comfy.” He whined, nuzzling into her chest more and she snorted.

“I know, sweetheart, but Sy needs to talk to me.” She said and he huffed, picking his head up and pressing a quick kiss to her lips before getting off of her carefully, standing from the couch and stretching with his arms above his head. Albert got up when he did, stretching with his front paws out in front of him and his body in a bow. Mike offered her a hand and helped hoist her off the couch, giving her another quick kiss before they headed up the stairs. Stephanie followed Sy into the kitchen at his beckon and she looked around at the serious expressions the others were giving her.

“What’s up?” She asked.

“Council isn’t leaving me alone.” August said simply. “I’ve been ignoring their calls, but they’re getting insistent.”

“He told us Solo came to see you.” Geralt said.

“They need to learn to accept rejection.” She said, crossing her arms over her stomach. “Then again, seeing as they’re all dudes, men have been historically horrible at taking “no” for an answer.”

“I’m worried they may send out another Cleaner.” August said and her brows jumped at him.

“Why would they do that?” She asked.

“So I don’t go public.”

“So don’t go public. They didn’t have you sign a legally binding NDA or something?”

“They didn’t exactly want a paper trail of my activities, Princess.”

“Fair.” She said with a shrug, “Still…”

“And based on what I did for them, I don’t see them just taking my word that I’m going to keep my mouth shut.” He said and she sighed. “I’m also worried they may send one after you.”

“Why me?” She asked.

“Because you’re the reason I stopped, and you know what I was doing.” He said, “They may figure if they take you out of the picture, it’ll get me back in line and keep the others from talking as well.”

“Who would they send?” Walter asked, his eyes fixed on the floor.

“Probably Leon.” August said.

“The mouthpiece?” She asked incredulously.

“Babe, I worked with him in the CIA. He’s also a former Agent.” August said, “He didn’t do what I did, but he was still an Agent so he knows how to kill and has no problem with it.”

“He was…odd.” She said and he arched a brow at her. “When we met he felt like a Beta, but when I shut him down when he tried to talk down to me, he felt like an Alpha.”

“Fuck.” Geralt sighed.

“What?” She asked.

“He’s a Blue Wolf.” Geralt said, “Makes sense why he’s good with politicians and news outlets.”

“A what?” She asked.

“Blue Wolves don’t exist, Geralt.” Sy said, “They’re a myth.”

“They’re rare, but they exist. Maybe one or two in every ten thousand wolves are Blue.” Geralt said.

“Steph, you know how the second full moon in a single month is called a Blue Moon?” Sy asked, catching her confused expression.

“Yeah?”

“Well, a Blue Wolf is a wolf that manifested as two things when they first shifted. An Alpha and Beta, a Beta and Omega, or any combination of the three. If this guy is a Blue Wolf, it would make sense why he felt like a Beta, and then an Alpha. He switched aspects while you were talkin’. First a Beta to put you at ease, then an Alpha when he wanted to throw his weight around.” Sy said, “But you’re a female Alpha so him tryin’ to pull rank, basically, didn’t work because you outrank’im. Female Alphas will always be higher than male Alphas in the peckin’ order. Just how it is.”

“So then why’d he try?” Stephanie asked, “If he knew it wasn’t going to work, why’d he switch?”

“He probably did it without thinking about it.” Geralt said, “Reacting to the situation. Or maybe he just wanted to test it out. Who knows.”

“Point is,” August said, “If they send Leon, we wouldn’t know he was coming because we won’t feel him if he’s not in Alpha aspect, and since he doesn’t belong to Steph like Mike does, she wouldn’t feel him either until it was too late.”

“If they send him.” Walter said and August nodded. “Have you met any other Cleaners?”

“We didn’t exactly have lunch dates, Walter.” August said and he nodded. “We can’t let her out of our sight.”

“Agreed.” Geralt said.

“What about you?” Stephanie asked, “You said they may send one after you, August. If I’m going to be on lock down, so are you.”

“I don’t matter, Princess. You do.”

“Bullshit and if you ever say anything like that again, I’m kicking your ass. Got it?” She said and he stared at her for a moment before huffing a quiet laugh.

“Got it.”

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